Free Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.) by K.J. Hunter-Brown

hurried around the body that was on top. But that wasn’t all that grabbed
my attention. The short black hair, brown skin, masculine arms, it hit me
straight away who this guy was. He was the one from last night.
    “Oh shit,” Melinda said, spotting what I was just seeing.
    What. The. Fuck.
    ****
    “I thought he was breathing when we left him,” Melinda questioned as
soon as we walked into my dorm. After seeing the crowd, hearing them talk,
watching the male from last night get pulled onto an ambulance, I wanted to get
away from it as fast as possible.
    “He was. That's why I'm so confused.” I raked my fingers through my
hair, falling onto the couch. I felt like banging my head on a nearby wall.
This wasn't supposed to happen. I couldn't have killed that man. It couldn’t
have been me.
    But I was the last person he saw.
    Melinda took a seat opposite me. “Maya, what are we going to do?”
    I snapped my head in her direction. “What are we going to do?
Melinda, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me who should be worried.
I’m fucked if they find out I was with him.” And it wasn’t the police that I
was scared of.
    “Let's call Daniel. He usually knows how to get out of these
situations.” She walked off to get her phone and I sighed in frustration. She
was only calling Daniel because—like me—she had hit a dead end on how to get
out of this.
    One of the rules of being a succubus/incubus was to avoid killing a
human, and if we did, our DNA had to be completely off the victim.
    I didn't see how that was going to work when you're fucking the
person.
    “Daniel?” Melinda came back in with her cell phone in her palm. “We
have a problem.”
    “Two problems in 24 hours, you two might need to stay indoors for a
while,” he replied amusingly.
    “I killed someone,” I said bluntly. I know it would have killed the
amusement that Daniel had inside him, but I didn't see any humor in this matter
what-so-ever.
    Silence followed. He obviously wasn't expecting me to say that. I
heard him exhale and I could just imagine what he was doing right now. Long
fingers would be rubbing the skin on the bridge of his nose, while his mind
tried to process what I had just said.
    “You what?” he asked calmly. I could tell in the tone of his voice
that he knew and understood what I said, but he was giving me that chance to
change my statement.
    I felt the weight of his words on top of me and I rubbed the back of
my neck. “I may have killed someone,” I said, my voice going up an
octave at my own angst.
    “How could you be so fucking careless, Maya?” I flinched at
the hardness of his tone. I knew Nice Daniel was gone and replaced by
the angrier version. “Do you know what will happen if they find your DNA on
him? You better hope that they just state the death as a heart attack or it
won't be just me you receive this from.”
    He said less than I expected, and I took this as my chance to state
my side before things got worse. “I didn't know it would kill him. I—he was
breathing when I left!”
    “He was definitely alive when I saw him,” Melinda put in, “is there
a possibility that he could have had died from something else? I've never known
someone to die during the recharging of the body. If anything, they should have
died through orgasm.”
    She was right with that. If I had killed him, I would’ve known. But
there were no other options.
    Except for one.
    “What about the person from last night?”
    Melinda arched a brow. “The one you couldn't spot in the arena?”
    I nodded.
    “It doesn't make sense, Maya. What are the chances of someone
killing someone else, who just happened to be the guy you fed off?”
    She had yet another point.
    This only made my frustration worse. “I don't know. But I know for a
fact that I didn't kill that guy. One, he was on the other side of the
building, and two, he was alive when I left him .” I felt like no one
understood that one piece of information.
    Melinda and I